Lord Bradley

Nothing is cuter than the unknown, I'm afraid.

So... Would I take a bath? Why not

Huggable.

Straight?

Hey, woah, friend! I know it's been a year or two since we've met, but don't need to get this excited!

Strangely adorable. 8.43/10 Would definitely hug.

Banned for apparently having your eyelashes on the bottom of your eye.

"Bah... Send me off to the middle of nowhere, why don't you... Order me to grab a 'priceless urn' in a trap-ridden Luna-damned hole in a mountainside with no thoughts for my safety, sure... Why did I take this job? I'm not even being paid enough to last a month!" Drakk grumbled to himself as he stumbled through the green brushery and stingy branches, his barely visible oak-brown coat riddled with filth and leaves from the forest, and his hooves dirtied with mushy mud from a particularly deep puddle he was forced to trudge through to move forward. He stopped, groaned, and contemplated just falling down to the ground and passing out, his wobbling hooves also considering the decision, and very close to coming to a conclusion. He was just about to close his eyes and let go of all the nerves in his body when a slight rumble, followed by a growl, granted him enough energy to run a mile. Drakk's eyes widened, his ears curled themsves down to the sides of his head, and he started shaking, feeling like a deer in a magelight. Another growl, from behind him now that he suspected it. As he turned slowly turned around, his horn starting to glow, a single thought ran through his mind, which he also muttered. "The next time I see my employer, I'm shoving a branch where the sun-don't-shine." A grey-furred wolf leapt at him from behind the brush, fangs bared in preparation for sinking into delicious pony-flesh, only to meet a bundle of electricity right to the face, and by extension, the brain, shutting off most of the nerves in its body. The wolf fell to ground and started twitching akin to a seizure, rendered harmless for the next hour or two. Were this the first tango Drakk had had with wolves, both timber and not, his horn would've powered down and he would've breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, his years of experience in the Everfree thought him one thing about the proud and bloodthirsty wolves. They never hunt alone. A minute later, and he was running through the woods and screaming bloody murder as a pack of wolves viciously tried to catch up, with the occasional shot of electricity making a wolf feel the touch of oblivion itself whenever Drakk felt brave or desperate enough to turn his head around. "I REGRET READING THE MAIL!" Was the only conscious thing that he could formulate into a sentence, referencing just a week ago, when a magically-infused letter appeared on his table in his temporary cave-home, on it were instructions, coordinates to this hell, aswell as the promise of a decent amount of bits were he able to do it right. Needless to say, he wishes he could've just used the letter as wood for the fire as soon as he saw it.

Lovely. While I may not be as active as I once was, I am very much interested in being part of it While I've already used one of these in previous "Class Photos", I regrettably do not have many images of the guy in the "appropriate stance". Hopefully, one of these shall suffice, however.

My fridge, for a fifth of a second. Cat was hiding under it, and so I tried to scare her away. The cause was ultimately fulfilled

Banned because you've most likely gone to bed by now.

Sleep for the rest of tonight and the next two days and nights. I've done it before. I have absolutely no doubts of pulling it off. Mind sharing a christmas story? ... If so, please do.

Awesome for posting all that amazing pony art in most of your posts! I am slightly scared that might have been someone else, so here's another one! Yer awesome for being a really wonderous and recognizable fellow!

Jane Eyre, currently. T'is quite interesting.

Mhmm.

A dude disguising themselves in a classy suit, glasses, listening to a phone, wearing a wig, and holding a fan. Actually, those are gloves being held up by the power of [REDACTED].

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Banned for imitating the Pink One! Her mouth is never open only slightly, but always stuck in an enormous grin of joy!

The Pink One, Overlady of Us All. May We Bow Down To The Pink One's Wishes...

Sorry, my amount of caring for your party is medicinally supressed.

Element of fans. Ah, sadly, I never did watch more than the second season. Didn't even know there was more X3 Well, thanks for telling me! Time to start binge-watching again

Ah, a wall! A classic weapon in the art of murdering friends. Just give me a month or two or seventeen so I can break a piece of this wall off and then smash it into your gut, will you? I appreciate it

Mhmm! I'd hug ya anyday

Element of Total, Drama, ACTION!